I never intended to learn to spin. It’s always been a craft that I’ve admired, but with so many projects I want to knit, I didn’t think that I needed another reason to keep me away from my needles. But over the past year, Diane and then Kai have first suggested, then poked, cajoled and finally demanded that I give it a go. I’ve been subjected to email after email with links to pretty fibre, been given gifts of handspun yarn and then fibre – PURPLE fibre – to show what I was missing and eventually something had to give. And it was either learn to spin or move house.
So when Sam had a spindle, fibre and a copy of Spin to Knit up for swaps, I decided I had nothing to lose. I went to Diane’s today for Inside Loop related stuff and she got me started on my first baby spinning steps.
It’s horrible being a beginner. 
I hate feeling like a complete ignoramus and producing lumpy, unattractive yarn. My arms ache, and I’m still picking bits of purple fluff from my clothes. But I shall persevere and soon have a tiny skein of my first ever handmade yarn. 
Yay! I knew you’d crumble eventually
You never finish with the picking off of purple fluff by the way. Although sometimes it’s green.
Ooooooh – another one caught by the siren song of spinning….. I remain immune. (really)(so far)
I’m remaining immune to spinning as well, but I do like to look at the pretty yarns other people make. Looking forward to seeing yours, Kate!
Woohoo!!!
You succumbed! Welcome to the lovely, squishy world of handspun. You’ll love it. Resistance is futile. :p
Hurrah! You’ve finally come over to the dark side. Or is that the fluffy side?
Spinning=Fluff. This is what I tell my flatmate when she wants to know why there are green/brown/pink sparkly bits all over our cream carpet. It’s worth it though!